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 Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 5:14 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 5:15 pm
Puffy white clouds danced slowly past, brushing across a vibrant blue sky. Occasionally, a plane would fly past, gone as quickly as it came. From this vantage point, it was hard to tell which way was up, and it felt easy to simply fall towards the sky, never to return again. Nio wondered, as he lay on the grass spread eagle in front of his house, if that's what it felt like to fly. Did one lose their sense of 'down and up' when one pushed their way towards the stars, with no end in sight? He wondered if that was the way his son felt when he vaulted up into the air, soaring out of sight each day.
Nio lay on the ground just as Adonis had many a day, idling the hours away lost in thought. He did this because he remembered his son laying on this very same grass, in this very same position. He remembered it, only now. It was the only memory that came to him after he had laid siege to the house earlier that day, trying to reclaim any memory of his family that he could. He had reacted to the helpless nature of his current situation rather brashly, and he knew there were still people in the household struck dumb in the wake of his whirlwind. Though he would be sure to make amends later, he wasn't yet done losing it. There he was, laying splat on the grass, because he had stormed out of the house and looked down at this very same spot, and remembered. The memory had caused him to stop and lay himself down on the very same spot, look up at the same sky his son had looked up at, and remain there for several hours.
He felt lucid, and lost, and wondered if this was what it felt like to dream. His eyes lifted for only a moment to rest on the window of his son and daughters bedroom, before returning to the sky.
Did they dream?
Adonis and Vidya had not woken up in a very, very long time. Nio had lost count of how long they had spent trying to wake the two, only to accept that they were simply.. asleep.
Accept? No, that wasn't right.
Their parents had done what they could to make them comfortable, but to just let your children, your children lay in a bed for days on end, without waking, never knowing if they would ever wake up..
An airplane sputtered across the patch of sky in his vision, leaving a double trail of white in it's wake. His mind blanked as he watched it's path, until it snuck out of his line of sight. He could still hear it, though.
An unacceptable life had presented itself. He wanted his children back; he had just begun to remember all of the memories he had lost with them, and he knew if they could just wake up, if they could just stay with him a little longer, he would remember every thing. Every day, every moment, every word. If they would just wake up, he would make every day a new memory, impossibly forgotten.
His son hadn't spoken more than a handful of words to him in the few days before he found the boy asleep on his pegasi's back. Those words were not friendly. He was bitter and unforgiving about Nio's amnesia. He made sure his father knew that he would not easily forget this insult.
Now, even those hateful words would be a welcome sound. Anything, even a yell, a scream of anger, Nio would take anything over the silence his children gave him in their slumber. In the silence, he heard their voices.
This is all your fault. If we were important enough to remember, we would never have gone away.
The fluffy clouds were all but gone now, and all Nio could see was blue sky ahead. He wondered if he just let go of the grass, and the will to stay, if he would fall into the sky and learn what it really meant to fly.
Perhaps, somewhere in the depths of the cold blue atmosphere, he would find his children waiting for him.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 1:26 pm
Nio still felt the chill from the cold, snowy day that they had just been out wandering in. Though he'd been in the house long enough to peel away all the layers that had kept him warm, his hands and face were still hard with cold, and his hair and ears were wet from the falling snow. He and Enoh had just spent the day shopping for the Christmas presents that now lay around him, mostly packaged. At the time, he silently thanked heaven that the stores packaged gifts nowadays, because the sheer amount of packaging they would have had to do boggled him. There were so many family members, he mused with a forlorn smile. So many people that they had to make sure were ultimately happy this holiday. The Christmas tree looked as stuffed as a Thanksgiving turkey, with all of the presents that had been shoved under it. The few that were not yet wrapped lay on the wrapping paper in front of him, along with the tape and scissors. Mechanically, he wrapped them, while lost in thought.
What kind of a Christmas would this be, he wondered? Though he could remember bits and pieces of the Christmases that had passed with his family, his memory was still patchy. Would this Christmas live up to their expectations?
He lifted up a pair of boxes, still unwrapped, and opened them. Identical teardrop shaped lockets rested inside of them. They were empty inside, awaiting the picture of their recipients choice, but.. what if..
He put the lockets down.
What if said recipients never..
He closed the boxes and quickly began to wrap them. He would not allow himself to think that way. They would wake up. There was no room for doubt.
He put the dual wrapped boxes under the tree, after writing a name on each. One for Vidya, and one for Adonis.
When they came down on Christmas morning, he was sure they would open those first.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 10:55 pm
It was getting closer to Christmas than Nio wanted to admit. The children's nightmares had been getting worse, it seemed. Nio watched as Donny turned and tousled, groaning at times. One morning he had woken to find blood coming from cuts and scratches Donny had acquired during the night. He had attended to them the best that he could, but they weren't responding well. They weren't responding at all, really, much like their owner.
This morning, much like every other, Nio went up to check on Donny. He had heard Enoh get up earlier that morning to do the same for Vidya, but when he opened the door to their room, Enoh was not there.
He moved to Vidya's bed, where he knew he'd see the girl sleeping still, but she was gone. His heart stopped.
Slowly his head turned and he saw the lump on Donny's bed. His heart sank and he walked to his son's bed. He sat down beside what he was sure was the still sleeping boy, and rested his hand on the lump.
It was soft, and his hand sunk down unnaturally. His fingers clutched the covers and he pulled them away. Donny wasn't there, but his pillow was.
His son and daughter.. were gone.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 3:01 pm
The Betrayal
There was no escape. The ground was littered with blood and fire, the skies were overcast in smoke and ash, the water was blanketed with angry men on angry boats with angry cannons seething in smoke and desperate to discharge. There was no escape for him, no matter who he was or what he could do.
They had all turned on him. Those smiling faces that had looked up at him in adoration and love now glared up in anger and bloodlust. An army of men charged forward, weapons at the ready. He could not spare a single moment to turn and look, but when he heard the faint call of fire, he knew he had only one choice.
There before him lie the cliff his people had so rightly named Despair, and there he charged forward to meet his end, leaping off to escape the arrows and fire that were hurling towards him. His arms flung outward and he looked up into the heavens, crying out desperately.
"Father, protect me!"
The night sky was still hidden by ash of men's fire, and his cries went unheard. He sunk to the bottom of the Cliff of Despair and his body broke in two on a slanted rock. He lay there like a broken doll, his legs upturned unnaturally, and his whole body screaming in agony.
He silently begged for death, but it did not come. His blessing, now his curse, made him lie there broken and destroyed, but alive nonetheless.
After an hour the pain seemed to numb, as his body forgot how to feel. His eyes, the only part of him that could still move, shifted nervously as they watched for any sign of life, any change. He could not decide if he wanted someone to come or not, but still he waited.
It took them quite a while, but several men had been insistent on climbing down the safer ledge of the cliff to inspect the body. Though so many had discouraged it, assuming him to be dead, some could not shake the feeling that that was impossible. They had to be sure. It was their footsteps that he heard coming for him, and his eyes shifted quickly in their direction. They, with their torches and knives, were not the ones he had hoped would come to find him.
As they neared the body, they inspected him for signs of life. They looked into his eyes, which he purposefully fixated on one spot and would not move. They poked and prodded at his broken body, and looked for his chest to rise and fall with breath. Ignorant fools, he thought, they had never understood him.
"He looks dead," One of them commented flippantly, and the man beside him slapped him upside the head. "He can't be dead." He responded, and turned sad eyes to the body. "He can't be."
"Well, one thing's for sure. We should take the body back to the temple. Dead or not, the priests will want to have him." A burly, simple looking man had said this, and without much thought he shoved one arm under the body and lifted it up, flinging it over his shoulder. The sudden movement brought his nerves back to life again, and the agonizing pain as broken bone tore through fresh skin and rubbed against one another made him unintentionally wince.
It was his final mistake.
The two men behind had seen the fatal response, and their shaken voices mirrored their shaking hands as they pointed at him. "D-did you see that?" One whispered harshly. "He winced. HE WINCED. The b*****d's alive.. I told you, didn't I? Didn't I?!"
The brute turned around and looked at the two men, first with a dubious glance, then with one of fear. He immediately dropped the body, fearful of it's undead wrath, and his eyes rolled back behind his head at the tremendous agony this drop had caused.
"What are you doing?! Pick him up, we need to take him back!"
"I ain't picking it up if it's alive, Halo. Ain't no way. What if he, y'know.. does something."
"I don't think he can move.." The surly little one nudged at the body with his shoe.
"Then why don't you carry him back?" The brute responded, and received an obnoxious glare from his smaller counterpart.
"Do I look like I could carry him up that ledge?" He replied sharply, and the brute was silenced by this rationalization. He searched and searched for a response that would free him of his obligation, but none came to his simple mind, and he was force to submit that, though he would have rather jumped off the cliff himself than carry it up the ledge, he was bound to do it. Hesitantly, he scooped up the body once more, flung it over his shoulder, and the two behind caught a glimpse of yet another wince. This time they couldn't help but think about what the pain of living in a broken body would feel like, and they instinctively winced as well.
Up the ledge they went, and he was carried to his own temple, where his priests laid him down on the altar and inspected him. Their terrified faces worried those who had brought him.
"By the will of Kalos, he's still alive."
"He shall never die."
This phrase was chorused throughout the temple by all within, and the men who had brought the body looked around at those who sang it nervously.
The priests shuffled to and fro, bringing out several holy knives. Another priest, an old and wizened fellow, came to the men to explain.
"Did you see the sacred blood spilled on the Cliffs of Despair?"
The men nodded.
"And yet, you were not surprised to see his body had no open wounds, not even a scratch?"
As they thought about it, a dread filled their hearts.
"He's healing," the priest continued. "And when he returns to his strength, he will come to smite us all. You have forced us to turn from our only hope, and now you force us to cast him to the winds. May your souls rot in an eternal agony for this."
As he spoke, the old man's voice had remained calm, almost charismatic. Nowhere in his deadly words did a sound of anger escape the voice that said them.
Five priests on the altar each took one side of their prince. One at his head, two at each of his arms, and two at each of his legs. Each rose their knives, and his eyes went wide.
"Forgive us, Child of Night." One said, and the knife plunged down, severing his leg just below his knee.
"Forgive us, Star of Love." The second sang out, and did the same to his other leg.
"Forgive us, Spawn of Moon." The third sang out, and his knife sliced down on his arm, severing it just below the elbow.
"Forgive us, Master of A'lana." The fourth called, and did the same to his other arm.
His eyes looked up at the fifth priest, pleading for mercy. The priest looked away from those desperate, beautiful eyes that called to him, and raised his knife. He was the high priest, the only one strong enough to fight the will of Kalos.
"Forgive your children, Kalos. We are but men, and weak to our desires. Your children will suffer for your agony one day. Hear our promise, Master, and take consolation in the times that come. Your revenge will come down hard and swift upon your people one day, my lord. This, your priests do promise."
A chorus of amens flooded the temple as each priest swore their oath to this legacy, and the sound made the men within cringe. There was something in that sound that made them fear greatly for their lives, their children, their people.
"Amen." The high priest spoke alone once more, and his knife came down on the head of Kalos, severing it completely from it's body. It rolled off the altar cleanly, and came to a stop just at the surly man's feet. He screamed as he saw the eyes of Kalos staring up at him in undulated fury, and ran screaming from the temple. His friends followed.
The high priest scooped up his master's head, and covered it in a sheath. He, along with the other priests who each held a piece of Kalos, including two that carried the middle, all shrouded in cloth, walked out of the temple in separate directions.
"Our promise shall not falter, my lord." He whispered as he carried the head of Kalos to it's resting place.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 4:01 pm
The Burial
The priests of the Temple of Kalos wore black from that moment on in mourning of their lost master. The two priests who had charge of the legs of Kalos had been designated the Priests of Night, and they walked for days, even weeks until they found the farthest points southeast and southwest, respectively, where they then buried each of their chosen burdens. The two who carried the arms were regarded as the Priests of Light, and they took their burdens northeast and northwest, before finding a proper spot to lay down their beloved masters arm. The two priests who took the body of their master had prepared a place of rest in the tombs below.
The High Priest of the temple did not have so far a journey to go, but each step was bitter with cold and regret. The voice of his master penetrated his thoughts, and though he was able to fight it for some time, eventually he went mad and lost his way. It was high on a snowy mountain where he finally fell, dropping his charge into the pure white snow. It was his last regret, as the traitorous sword plunged into his body from the men who had followed his trail, that he could not be there to see the prophecy fulfilled when these same men would writhe in the agony of Kalos' revenge.
But that prophecy would not come for many decades, and the High Priest would not have seen these men pay directly for the crimes they were about to commit. No, it was their children's children who would suffer the great tragedy meant for them.
They took the head of Kalos and unwrapped it. His lapis lazuli eyes narrowed as he glared at his betrayers, and the one holding his head froze in fear. His heart crumbled to the will of the master, and he drove his sword into his own brother beside him. The others restrained him before he could do anymore wrong, but he had already spilled his own kinsman's blood. A friend wrapped the head up once more, and the man was free of Kalos' control. He looked down at his dying brother, and cried.
"With my own hand, I've killed my brother." He looked up with wide, tear-filled eyes at the other men as the prophecy filled him with realization. "With our own hands, we've killed our brothers." He proclaimed, and crumpled down into the snow next to his brother as the man took his last breath.
Ignorant of the words they had heard, they left the two there on the mountain and returned the head of Kalos to A'lana. There they lifted it up, still shrouded, for all to see, and a cheer went up through the crowd. They took off the veil and the cheers died instantly. Children began to cry, and women screamed in madness. Quickly, the surly man reshrouded the head as quickly as he could, and attempted to bring his people to rejoice again.
"The reign of oppression is over, people of A'lana! Rejoice, and witness the righteous end to our fear!"
He took the head, placed it down on a block of wood that they had carried up, and all four of the men there pulled out their knives.
"Close your eyes until his are destroyed, men. If you don't, we'll kill each other." He murmured quickly to the others, and pulled away the shroud. His own eyes were closed almost instantly, but he knew that his eyes were on him, and him alone.
The surly young man would be the last thing Kalos would ever see.
Knives plunged into his perfectly sculpted cheeks, his gently curving nose, his still plump red lips, his golden skin. The beautiful sight of the face of Kalos was rendered into a bloody, corrupted mess of flesh, blood and bone.
The death of his beauty was the only true death Kalos had ever experienced.
Kresh, the surly young man who had started it all, opened first one eye, and then another. When he looked upon the face of Kalos and felt no fear, he knew that they were free. He grinned and picked up the head by it's soft, curly golden locks now matted red with blood, and a cheer went up in the crowd once more.
Kresh took Kalos' mutilated head and threw it once more into the Cliffs of Despair. "Now your eternal despair is the only one these cliffs shall feel ever again." He spat as the head tumbled down into the rocks below, and walked away a free man.
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Days had gone by before Kalos could not make believe he was truly dead anymore. He finally forced up the last of his will in a final, forceful plea. In the northeast, and northwest, the hands of Kalos lifted upwards to the night sky, and silently he cried out.
Father, take me.
Though his words were heard, the night sky twinkled in confusion. It looked down at the head of Kalos, but did nothing.
The hands dropped down lifelessly, and Kalos began his eternal despair. So horribly disfigured, his father would recognize him no more.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 4:15 pm
He had fallen asleep near the lake in the forests just behind their house. How he had gotten there eluded him, but the memories of his nightmares were much more prominent of a worry in his mind. As soon as he had begun to wake up the first thing he did was put his hands to his face. He felt a sting and pulled his hand away; blood dripped down his middle finger. Horrified, he scrambled towards the lake's edge and looked down at his reflection. He was half-expecting to see a face disfigured and destroyed, but instead he saw his own perfectly chiseled features looking back up at him, with only a scratch or two against his cheeks to account for the blood. He vaguely remembered something about a battle with crows, but he was too grateful to be whole and perfect to try and remember things clearly. He looked down into his reflection and basked in it, his heart swelling with pride and adoration. Something started to tug at the back of his head, however, and he bent down to get a closer look. He looked different. Not a bad kind of different, but different. He hated change, however, and it disturbed his euphoria slightly to know that he had changed once more.
Yet, he still could not pull himself away from looking down at the beauty of his reflection. He had only grown more lovely, it seemed.
A tiny buzzing sound at his ear bothered him, and he brushed it away without looking at it. The reflection of it caught his eye however, and when he realized what it was he looked up at his little hummingbird pet.
"Hello friend." He whispered to it, and it landed on his nose to give him a good inspection. The little head tilted slightly, and it peeped at him. He smiled, and ran a finger down it's back. "Yes, it's me." He responded, and it chirped brightly in excitement before flying off.
He was compelled to turn back to his reflection once his friend had gone, and there he sat, looking down at it blissfully, while other creatures of the forest began to come closer and inspect him as well. They eventually laid at his feet or landed upon him, as if his presence called out to their primal souls. Though he was grateful for their presence, he did not look up, for no creature was as beautiful as the one he looked upon now.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 4:53 pm
Once the initial shock had worn off, Nio had set out to search the house for his son, his daughter, and his wife. The house was eerily empty, however; an event that simply did not happen in an overcrowded, populous household such as theirs. Yet, there he was, alone in the house for the first time in ages. He couldn't even remember a day being alone in this house, which he'd come to call his home - and he didn't like it. He wanted to hear the squeals of children or the whines of teenagers, or the babbling of infants, or the sweet sounds of his wife singing.. anything. Anything!
The house was silent, save for the scuffling of a few family pets as they shuffled about.
Nio sighed and picked his coat off the rack, buttoning it quickly. He pulled the hood over his head and opened the door, but he didn't get far. A hummingbird buzzed right at his face just as he walked out, and it stopped him in his tracks. His immediate reaction was to swipe the annoyance away, which was responded to by a quick jab on the palm.
"Ow!" He cried out, and pulled away his hand. The hummingbird twittered in mid-air, with only it's wings moving as they beat furiously to keep it hovering still. As Nio got a good look at it, he suddenly recognized it as Donny's bird, and stopped moving, or breathing. The bird, happy to see it had his attention, twittered and flew backward. It was a gesture clearly meant to follow, and it was not lost on Nio.
Not long after the hummingbird had led Nio out into the forest behind their house, did Nio catch a glimpse of the blanket of night sky that lay sprawled next to the lake. The wings of his son; he was certain the boy was under them, hopefully awake.
When he reached the wings they unfurled further, and he caught a flash of gold. He looked down into the reflection of the lake, and there was his son's face looking down into it.
"Oh, hello." A deeper, unfamiliar voice greeted Nio, though Donny's eyes never left his own reflection. He blinked, and took a closer look at the reflection of his son, noticing changed features. Then suddenly the boy wrapped his wings up tightly behind him, and there sat not a boy, but almost a man. Nio blinked several times, clearly shocked.
"What's wrong?" The young man who looked like his son asked him.
Nio smiled and rested his hand behind his head. "Oh, nothing. I just didn't recognize you."
Adonis' face blanched to a sickening yellow, and Nio's smile faded. "What? What's wrong?"
His father would recognize him no more.
"Donny?" Nio reached out to his son, but the boy flinched away. "What is it?"
"I want to remember, Enoh. I want another miracle. But all I can remember is you."
Adonis stumbled backwards to his feet, fear and betrayal in his eyes. Nio felt as though he would go mad; he finally had his son back, and the boy was running away. "Please, don't run from me Donny, just talk to me, tell me what's-"
"Do you even remember me, father?" Donny cried harshly, his words strangled in emotion. They stopped Nio's heart cold, and his hand fell.
It was now or never. He closed his eyes, and fought so hard to remember something.. anything.. he had to remember. He had to, or he would lose his son.
Suddenly, his eyes blinked open, and focused on Donny in curious realization. "You just.. called me father."
Donny's backward scramble slowed to a halt, and he just stood there, silently regarding the response. He said nothing.
"You've never called me father."
A tiny throb of hope beat in Donny's chest.
"You always called me.."
"Squishee." / "Squishee."
The two said it simultaneously, and Donny let out a single hack of a laugh. He remembered. He remembered. He was remembered.
Nio took advantage of the moment before it was gone, and scooped his son up into his arms. He gripped Donny into a bear hug so tight that the boy started laughing helplessly. Though he knew the days of riding on squishee's shoulders were over, this would do just as well.
"I'm so glad you're back," Nio murmured to his son, still hugging him tight. Donny pulled away, and looked up at his father; not so far up anymore, they were only a few inches apart. But he'd always look up, no matter how tall he got.
"I am too, father." He replied, and Nio thought he'd cry hearing that word.
"I am too."
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 2:26 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 9:25 pm
Quote: ( RP Located Here) RP Summary: Donny sees Khali at a planetarium, and is reminded of a dream that is sure to make for awkward times to come.. D:
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 9:45 pm
Aurion could hear the sounds of scratching even over the cartoon show he was trying to watch in the living room. It was disturbing him! He crawled off the couch with some difficulty and walked over to the kitchen, where his big big brother was pressing down on a thick pen very hard. His face was scrunged up in concentration, and he didn't even notice his little brother had entered the room. Donny had a slice of pizza in his other hand, and absent-mindedly took a bite every so often.
"Whatcha doing?" Aurion asked. At the first word, Donny jumped in surprise, and almost dropped his pizza. A pepperoni slid off and smacked on the corner of the paper.
"Aurion!" Donny cried out, his voice pitching in a slight whine. "I didn't realize you were there." He picked the pepperoni off the paper and sighed, before looking at his little brother.
The two looked at each other blankly for a moment, before Donny narrowed his eyes. "Aurion.. did you just come over here to say my name and give me a heart attack?"
The little boy giggled and shook his head, before moving to climb on his brother's lap and look at the letter.
"Sorry about your letter Donny." He murmured sheepishly. Donny smiled and set his head on top of the little one's.
"It's okay. What's up?"
"You were working so hard on it.. I could hear it from the other room. Whatcha working on?"
"It's a letter."
"To who?" Aurion's ears made way as he turned his head up to look at his big brother curiously.
"My friend Elena. I like writing her letters."
"How come?"
"Uhm.. I don't know. I just do."
Aurion giggled and climbed off his brother's lap. "Well try not to scratch down so hard, okay?"
Donny smirked and nodded his head. "Sure, Aurion. Sorry. I'm done, anyway." He folded the letter and put it in an envelope. "Want to walk with me to the post office?"
Aurion jumped up and down. "Yeah! We can buy the new GTA game! I saw a commercial and-"
"AHAHAHAHA. No." Donny rolled his eyes and took his brother's hand as they headed out for the post office.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 10:07 pm
Quote: ( RP Located Here) RP Summary: Christmas Morning Afternoon! Donny and Vidya open presents together.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 10:08 pm
-Donny's 2008 gifts from friends-  
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 10:11 pm
12.27.08 9:47AM
The date flashed in red underneath the recording that Aurion had just made of himself. Shaky at first, he had set his brother's camcorder, (one of many gifts he'd found abandoned on the floor the day after Christmas), crookedly on the desk, where he then attempted to record himself re-enacting what he thought were sweet lightsaber moves taken directly from Star Wars. As he watched himself fling a stick around his living room and stumble over furniture, he realized he did not look a thing like Luke Skywalker, but more like a total moron. He prepared to delete the scene, when he realized that the footage afterward, while pitch black, had audio on it that he had not recorded. From what it sounded like, his brother had left the present running, with the cap on, while he rifled through his presents with his best friend Armel, who had come over the evening of Christmas. Hoping for some incriminating evidence, the boy propped the camcorder on the couch, flopped down, and set in to listen to his brother and Armel's private conversation with glee.
------------------------------------------------------------------------ The recording begins with the sound of the camera being dropped like a stone on the floor, followed by the end of the sentence: "-could have sprung for better."
Armel: "I s'pose so. Cannae tell the difference in quality in those kin' o' things."
Adonis: "I can. It's crap. What's this? It looks easy to break."
Armel: "Haha, alright, t's crap. Mmm? Maybe that means t's spensive? Looks kind of like an egg..."
Adonis: "Can we eat it?"
Armel: "...Dunno. You try it first?" Shuffling noises and crinkling paper sounds, "Though if'n yer hungry I brought some candy."
Adonis: Thud. "******** that, I'll chip a tooth. Candy please!"
Armel: More crinkling and rustling, "Yeah, wouldn't want to do that," paper-rip, "Eh? Oh, a game. Heh. Looks kinda cheesy."
Adonis: "HAHAHAHA, YOUR DAD STILL GIVES YOU GAMES!?" More laughing, followed by paper tearing and shredding, and the abrupt end of laughter, and a pregnant pause. "I'm going to break this chutes and ladders over his head. So help me Mel. I swear it."
Armel: "Shut up, you!" Laughter ensues after Adonis' vow, "Maybe y'should burn it in th' fireplace in front of 'im. Migh' get th' point across a lot better."
Adonis: Another pause. Thud. Crackling fire sounds. "I'm sure he'll see it later. I'm raiding my stocking for chocolate."
Armel: "Raiders of the Chocolate Sock, pahahaha." Rustlerustle, chain clinking sounds, "Eh?"
Adonis: "What was that?"
Armel: "Your doom," more chain clinking, "Dunno what it is looks like one o'them gold chains."
Adonis: A long pause. ".. Hold on a second." Frantic rustling, something that sounds like a tree being attacked, and a muffled "-Okay. I got. Uh. A new toga. A G.I. J-" Quieter, "-what the hell? Seriously?" Then at normal volume again, "-Left 4 Dead, oh that's a good one, I want to keep that, nevermind." More rustling, before his voice is at full volume again, out of the tree. "Okay a toga, and a discman, I got. Wanna trade?"
Armel: A bunch of clattering and thudding sounds as if a bag had suddenly been emptied of its contents, "Sure, I'll trade the discman for ...." Odd rattling sound some DVD cases make when their containers are shaken.
Adonis: "That's.. damn, I actually want that. Okay deal." A pause, then the sound of several little things clattering on the floor. "Want anything from my stocking? Other than that 20 of course. Snatch'd!"
Armel: "Y'can have it. Da' must 'ave forgotten 'e already got it f'me." Chuckling from Armel, "No fair!" Something clicks against a far off wall as if it was thrown, in a light playful manner, of course.
Adonis: "Oh. OH. You wanna play like that, do you? Two can play at tha-hey what's that over there?" A second pause, before the muted sound of something hitting flesh and bone. "EAT CANDY CANE WENCH!"
Armel: "AUGH, MY EYE!" Over-acting tone of voice ... Pause ... Pause ... "******** that." Sudden sound of someone getting up and pattering of feet and a grunt.
Adonis: Muffled outcry, and a few more grunts, before "HEY HEY That's-" Unnaturally girlish giggling permeates the next few words "-cheating stop oh my god you little cheater! This shall not go unpunished!"
Armel: Struggling sounds, "G'me th' twenny an' we'll talk!"
Adonis: "NEVER!!" More girlish giggles. "YOUR CHILDREN'S CHILDREN WILL SUFFER FOR THI-OH MY GOD OKAY FINE HERE JUST STOPPP"
Armel: Heavy thud of someone falling off to the floor and then heavy panting, "Y'giggle like a girl." Snide tone of voice.
Adonis: "Shut up." A huffed voice pants out. A few moments of catching their breath, before a quieter, hushed voice continues. "Remember that you swore not to tell anyone about that, too." A thud of a lower body hitting the floor, before paper rustling continues. "Hey, look. Christmas socks. That's manly. Did you sew these for me yourself?" A deliberately manlier chuckle ends the question.
Armel: Falsetto tone, "Why yes I did, darling. Later I'll bake you a piiii~iiiieeee," followed by a very ungirly giggle that sounds oddly like a horse laughing.
Adonis: A thick sound reminiscent of a punch to a gut. "They don't say who they're from." A pause. "They're warm, anyway." Another pause. "You keep looking at me like that, and I am going to punch you again. Also, I'm taking this hershey's bar. It's mine now."
Armel: "Umph!" Mumbling and then, "Y'hit like a girl any'ow." Teasing tone. "We'll just 'ave to see about that. Sudden sound of attack is made but it seems the mark is missed and there is a sudden struggle issuing from the area that held the christmas tree, "Shitshitshitmotherwhore."
Adonis: "NOIT'SMINE." Strugglegruntpush "Crap catch it Mel NO WAIT Oh there it goes." And the unmistakable sound of a giant ornate Christmas tree crashing down into a living room, complete with the sounds of glass shattering and other ripping and tearing sounds, thunders through the recording. "... We're boned."
Armel: Very boned..." Momentary pause, "I say we blame one o'yer brothers."
Adonis: "Agreed. Aurion. He breaks everything." A pause. "But we should at least try to fix it first.. help me bring it back up."
Armel: "Well I s'pose tha'd only be right." Sounds of rustling start as they begin the attempt for fixing the fallen tree.
Adonis: "Here get this side, it's slipping .. watch that tinsel, it's stuck on the- there we go, and.. okay. Most important things first.. let's get the good gifts out of the way."
Armel: "A'ight." Sounds of stuff being adjusted and then things being picked up and semi-hastily put into to a bag. "Don' think anyone'll catch on, do ye?"
Adonis: "Nah. There's no way to prove-" Loud shuffling sounds drown out his voice, before a final excruciatingly loud THUD, and then static.------------------------------------------------------------------------
Aurion lay frozen on the couch, eyes bugged out, stunned beyond belief.
A minute or two went by in this way, before the inevitable happened.
"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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